"Have you ever been to Spoocheee?"

















Without notice, the elderly Gentleman makes
a right into a tiny alley way.  Happy is hesitant,
but also makes the right.  He walks no more
than ten feet and stops at a small iron door.

The elderly Gentleman's aged hand shakes as 
he lifts the rusted latch.

The iron door opens.

Happy waits, "You first."

He crouches and enters.  

A moment later Happy crouches
and enters.

The two walk down an old, old cobblestone 
alley.

Happy takes it in, "This brick is beautiful."

He stops, "Have you ever been to Spoocheee?"

"No."

"It is a wonderful place."

Happy, still nervous, nods, 
"That's good to know."

The elderly Gentleman points to another iron 
door, "When I am out of your sight, enter here. 
Take the first hallway until it ends. Then climb 
the stairs until you find the white arrows."  And
the elderly Gentleman turns, without a goodbye,
and walks away.

Happy watches him shuffle until she can see
him no more.

Happy slowly lifts the latch and enters.